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The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
— Anne Sexton
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“‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew
Someone had blundered:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.”
-Excerpt from the poem The Charge of the Light Brigade (1854), by Lord Alfred Tennyson
“Survival of all or none.
One raindrop raises the sea.
Weapons are enemies, even to their owners.
Give more, take less.
Others first, self last.
Observe, listen and learn.
Do one thing at a time.
Sing every day.
Exercise imagination.
Eat to live, don’t live to eat.
Don’t p…”
-The code of Dinotopia, from the book Dinotopia: A Land Apart from Time (1992)
“‘Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.”
-Excerpt from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll.
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Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is what she has made of my life.
— Neil Gaiman, “Snow, Glass, Apples”
From Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fictions and Illusions (via liquidnight)
From Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fictions and Illusions (via liquidnight)
Reblogged from (OvO)
“The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads were pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon,
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.”
-Anne Sexton (The Fury of Rain Storms)
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“I’m always the ship in the stream.”
-She & Him (I Knew It Would Happen This Way)
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To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—
— Emily Dickinson
“It seems to me possible, perhaps desirable, that I may be the only person in this room who has committed the folly of writing, trying to write, or failing to write, a novel. And when I asked myself, as your invitation to speak to you about modern fiction made me ask myself, what demon whispered in my ear and urged me to my doom, a little figure rose before me—the figure of a man, or of a woman, who said, ‘My name is Brown. Catch me if you can.’”
-Virginia Woolf on creating character (Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown, 1924)
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